The city is silent,
Sound drains away,
Buildings vanish in the light of dawn,
Cold sunlight comes on the highest peak,
The thick dust of night
Clings to the hills,
The earth opens,
The river boats are vague,
The sky still–
The sound of falling leaves.
A huge doe comes to the garden gate,
Lost from the herd,
Seeking its fellows.
translated by Kenneth Rexroth
Being Present for the Moment
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Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
An online activist from Bosnia and Herzegovina, based in Sarajevo, standing on the right side of the history - for free Palestine.
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Dennis Mantin is a Toronto-based writer, artist, and filmmaker.
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Off the wall, under the freeway, over the rainbow, nothin' but net.
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Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet by accident.
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In Kate's World
Leonard Durso 
reminds me of Jonathan Raban’s novel soft city
I don’t know this book. Looks interesting. Put it on my wish list to get when I return to the US in a few months.
do so…you’ll enjoy his writing style..a travel writer…the same vintage as Paul Coelho….let me know what you think..
I will but I won’t get the book till I’m back in NY at the end of April. By the way, I’m finally catching up on reviewing books by other bloggers and I have your three books on kindle to do soon. One at a time, obviously, but all three eventually. Though I’m not an avid reader of erotica, I have read one of yours. But I love your poetry very, very much.